The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, rusted cargo ship is half-buried in a massive sand dune, like... the hull is cracked and sand's spilling in. Seagulls are flying around the wreck, their shadows flickering across the metal in the bright mid-day sun. The air's dry and tastes like salt, and somehow, a Discord voice chat is blasting from the ship's cargo hold, with someone yelling "Moon!" over and over.